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I've been writing songs since the age of twelve and this developed into the need to write a bit of poetry. Though I've always admired the works of Wordsworth, Tennyson and Blake, my poetry always seems to reflect darker themes. Here's one for now. I'll post some more in time if you like.
This untitled work was written on my phone during a horribly slow traffic jam in Delhi. I had just had a tiring and demanding day so you can imagine my mindset. Its usually a certain feeling that inspires me and not something concrete.
White jackals running in the stream of darkness
Forever flowing into the black core of this Earth
Its reality
Infecting everything in its path
It cares not for the innocence it robs
Nor the peril it introduces in the life of an ignorant
Its birth was sourced in the very thoughts and desires of
the creatures it now infects
Like a slowly festering wound
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